“...Are you really sure about this?”

  Esme nods, her expression determined. “Yes.”

  Sincir sighs, considering it. Should he...? Since having become a human, he has been much nicer than he used to. Perhaps no one would be surprised if he were to say it out loud, be even as Sincir, he is still somewhat of a sadist...

  Ah, fuck, he can’t think straight when his cock is about to burst in his pants.

  He won’t go too far, and he won’t become like her just because he enjoys causing a bit of suffering to those he loves... This isn’t about Ig'droren, may her Soul burn in Hell forever.

  “Sin...?”

  Sincir blinks. “Right, sorry. It’s just... I’m waiting for someone, and we might have to stop in the middle of things, if they arrive at the wrong time.”

  Esme shrugs. “It’s fine, just fuck me in front of them, if you have to... Or leave me tied-up until you come back...”

  Sincir groans. “Fine, get on your knees, you hopeless pervert... I’ll do as you wish.”

  Esme smiles. Rising from his p, she quickly kneels in between his legs, meeting his gaze as she does so.

  “...Why do you look so damn happy?”

  “Oops, sorry... Better now?”

  Wiping her smile, Esme makes what Sincir assumes is supposed to be her best attempt at imitating puppy eyes.

  ...Well, if she is trying to make him want to hurt her, it’s working.

  He sighs. “Forget it. Just start sucking me off already, since we might not have much time.”

  Having said as much, Sincir pulls down his pants and underwear, revealing his raging erection; Then, throwing his clothes aside, he points Esme toward it.

  “No hands.”

  She swallows. “I’m not compining, but isn’t this a bit... Easy?”

  Sincir chuckles. “Oh, your punishment hasn’t start yet. This is just so I won’t be the one suffering throughout it.”

  “Ah...” Gncing toward his member, Esme bites her lip. “It smells so strong... I forgot you were working all morning...”

  Grabbing Esme’s hair, Sincir smiles and presses her face against his cock’s underside.

  “Do you like it?”

  “Y-yes...”

  “Make me believe it.”

  Esme sniffs loudly, moaning as she does so. “Oh, Gods... I want it inside me so bad...”

  “Good... Now start licking.”

  As he continues to hold her hair, Esme does so, running her tongue from his member’s base to its head, and then back. Then, pulling away, she slowly wraps her lips around its head, taking it into her mouth...

  With how much teasing they’ve done so far, the warm enclosure nearly causes Sincir to cum right there and then, but he holds back, bobbing Esme’s head back and forth while gradually increasing the speed of his thrusts...

  Soon, he is hitting the back of her throat as she gags around his cock, her throat clenching with every thrust.

  Sincir ughs. “See? We’ve already found something else you’re good at... And it hasn’t even been that long since you started deep-throating!”

  Gring at him, Esme groans around his member...

  However, as fun as it is to fuck her throat, it isn’t what he had in mind for her punishment, and so, after one st, slow thrust which has Esme’s nose pressed against his stomach for a good ten seconds, Sincir regretfully pulls out of her mouth.

  While coughing, Esme throws him a confused look. “Y-you could’ve finished in my mouth...”

  Taking hold of her hair once more as he positions her face in front of his cock and begins to jerk it, Sincir smiles at her. “Are you hungry?”

  Esme bites her lip. “It’s an hour past lunch time... Of course I’m hungry.”

  “See? That’s why I didn’t cum in your mouth; That’d have been a reward. Now, can you guess at what’s about to happen?”

  “You’ll cum on my face...?”

  “You got it.”

  The first spsh of cum his Esme square in the nose, and she cringes, though for her credit, she doesn’t try to get away (not that she could have, with him holding her head in pce), accepting her fate willingly...

  With his load spent, and now covering most of Esme’s face, Sincir releases a small sigh of relief.

  “Fuck, you drive me crazy, did you know that?”

  Esme sighs. “I’m pretty sure most of the time that happens, you’re just mad at me...”

  Rising, Sincir chuckles. “That’s true enough, but I’ll get to vent my frustrations in a minute, so I forgive you. Come, let’s get you a proper punishment session... Oh, and leave your face as it is; I like it.”

  Sincir only stops to grab his pants - and put them on - before heading out into the backyard. As Esme follows after him, he uses a wind spell to grab one of their training swords.

  Esme throws the wooden sword in his hand a look, swallowing as she does so.

  “Having second thoughts?”

  “If... If we’re doing it here, won’t the girls see us when they look through the windows upstairs?”

  Leaning the sword against his shoulder, Sincir shrugs. “That’s fine, I don’t mind it... They’ll probably hear you, regardless.”

  Esme sighs. “So much for drawing those runes in our room...”

  Sincir smiles. “Waking them up when they’re trying to sleep is different than what we’re doing right now. And besides, No needs something to take her mind of things... Once this is over, you should invite both of them for a bath and have a girls’ talk. I’m sure they’ll be curious to hear about our retionship.”

  Esme averts her gave. “That before or after I wipe your cum from my face...? Rez probably doesn’t care, but No will think I’m a freak, if she doesn’t already.”

  Sincir shakes his head. “You’re terrible at reading people. Do you really think I’d have done this if I thought it’d make her hate you? No might have been sheltered, but she is far from being some delicate flower... In fact, if I had to guess, seeing this will probably make her jealous.”

  Esme blinks. “Of me...?”

  Sincir snorts. “Of me. For turning her into a maid, she’ll want to do to me what I’m about to do to you.”

  “...Oh.”

  “Well, if you’d like, we could do this in the street outside, rather than here...?”

  Esme sighs. “I figured I didn’t have a choice, but it was worth a try, you know? Even if it’d make her hate me, I’d still obey you, since I’m the one who asked for this.”

  Sincir smiles. “It’s too te for being a good girl, love... Now come here, and stand straight.”

  Esme does so, hesitantly approaching the middle of the yard under his watchful gaze. Once she stops in front of him, Sincir pces the tip of his sword under her chin, forcing her to raise it slightly.

  “How do you feel?”

  Esme swallows. “Hungry, horny, and afraid.”

  “Well, I’m pretty comfortable. Thanks for taking care of me, love.”

  “The pleasure was mine,” Esme murmurs drily.

  Chuckling, Sincir lowers his sword, dragging its tip against her right nipple and causing Esme to shudder.

  “Look, I’ll make this simple for you... If you can st until the end, then I’ll allow you to cum. If you don’t, then I’ll leave you tied up in one of the rooms upstairs, and I’ll tell No she just gained a new toy to py with. Do you think she’ll like it?”

  “...I just have to do whatever you tell me to, right?”

  “Sure. Any requests before we start?”

  Biting her lower lip, Esme hesitates. “You... You’ll really do it this time, if I fail, right?”

  Sincir nods. “Yes, I will.”

  “Then it’s fine... I’m ready.”

  He smiles. “Let’s start with something easy. Have you ever done a jumping jack?”

  Esme blinks. Clearly, this was not what she was expecting. “I... I know what they are. Should I...?”

  “Jump for me. A hundred times should do, for a warm up.”

  Esme hesitates, then she nods, awkwardly beginning to jump.

  As she does so, Sincir makes no attempts at hiding the fact he is staring at her body. Her breasts are small, but still big enough to shake nicely...

  Unsurprisingly, being a shut-in librarian, by the time she reaches twenty, Esme’s face is already beginning to turn red, her breathing having quickly grown ragged.

  “Make sure your hands touch above your head... I’ll only warn you once.”

  By fifty, Esme’s movements begin to slow down... Though they quickly regain their fervor once Sincir sps the ft of his sword against her ass.

  “Ah!”

  “I never said you could slow down, did I?”

  “Ah!”

  “Hands; I said I wasn’t going to warn you again, didn’t I?”

  Her desperation is obvious by the time she reaches eighty-five, her movements having grown erratic... However, the threat of another hit seems enough to have her push through.

  “Good job,” Sincir says once she finishes and immediately colpses at his feet, breathing heavily.

  “I... What part of this was supposed to be easy...?”

  “If you can still talk, then it means it wasn’t hard... And besides, most people - even humans - can do a hundred of those pretty easily, Esme. If you’re struggling now...”

  Being on her hands and knees, Esme throws him a look filled by despair. “Wait, is all of this going to be about exercising...?”

  Sincir smiles. “Your rest time is over, and this is the only time I’ll forgive you for falling down without permission; Now up, and do me another hundred.”

  Esme pales. “W-wait, Sin-”

  Sincir hits her ass, hard.

  “Ah!”

  “I’m not kidding, Esme... You can give up if you want, but I’m not going easy on you this time. Three-”

  “I’m up, I’m up! I j-just have to jump, r-right?! Don’t hit me again!”

  “Then jump.”

  She jumps.

  This time, Sincir doesn’t merely watch her, grinning as he circles the struggling girl and murmurs insults about her form and physical prowess. Once reaching her back side, he begins to lightly drag his sword against the drenched spot in her panties, causing her to cry out loud.

  “I counted fifty... You’re slowing down again.”

  He continues with his teasing until she stutters on her eight-three jump, moment which he quickly pulls down the sword then strikes up with it.

  “AH!”

  “What did I say about your hands?”

  Luckily for her, Esme doesn’t actually stop, her movements now more desperate than ever as he resumes her pussy’s teasing...

  Reaching a hundred, Esme cries out loud.

  “Don’t fall!” he reminds her once it seems as if she is about to do just that.

  Barely, Esme manages to remain standing this time, legs shaking as she throws him a horrified look over her shoulder. “S-Sin... R-rest...!”

  “Sure; You have twenty seconds.”

  Her eyes widen. “N-no...! I c-can’t...! A hundred...!”

  Sincir hums. “Fine, I’ll lower it to eighty, if you open your mouth and let me spit in it.”

  Hardly hesitating, Esme immediately opens her mouth.

  Sincir clicks his tongue. “No pride... What a pathetic thing you are. But I suppose a deal is a deal.”

  He spits into her mouth, then immediately sps her ass with the sword.

  “Now jump.”

  Esme movements are slower this time, and sluggish, but Sincir allows her to take her time for once, though he continues to mercilessly tease her pussy her the whole time...

  Shaking, panting, and nearly crying if her expression is anything to go by, Esme finally finishes her third set, her legs giving out as she does so.

  Sincir gives her about five seconds to catch her breath before showering her in cold water.

  “Ah! Fuck, Sin! I hate you!”

  “Are you sure? With your skin being wet, these blows aren’t going to hurt any less, you know...”

  “W-wait! I’m up!”

  Now shivering, Esme gres at him and embraces herself, but she does rise.

  “Mhm... I guess the water washed away my cum. Sorry, I didn’t think far ahead enough.”

  “No, you really don’t need to apologize for that...”

  Sincir smiles at her. “Ready for round two?”

  Esme stares at him pleadingly. “C-can you at least not tease me while I’m being tortured...?”

  Sincir shakes his head. “If it was fun, then it wouldn’t be called punishment, now would it?”

  Esme groans. “I-I was afraid you’d say that...”

  He chuckles. “Well, I’ll let you choose in between squats and push-ups for our next punishment.”

  Esme sighs. “I-I guess I’ll take the push-ups, since my legs are already barely able to keep me up as it is... What are you, some sort of military commander?”

  “I’ll take it as a compliment. Now get to it; You’ve rested enough.”

  Esme groans again, but she does lowers herself to her knees, assuming position.

  “How many, Sir...?”

  “Knees off the ground, soldier.”

  “...You’re a monster.”

  “Don’t make me repeat myself.”

  “Fine... How many?”

  “Ten; And drag those happy looking nipples against the ground each time, or I won’t count it.”

  “Ten? Are you going easy on me again...? W-wait, why is this so hard?!”

  Esme arms are already shaking by her second repetition, which doesn’t exactly bode well for her future... Maybe he should’ve given her eight?

  “I see you’ve never done these before. They are hard if you do them properly... Hey, I never said you could lock your arms at the top!”

  At her eight repetition, Esme colpses.

  “Ah, no! Sin, wait!”

  Turning around, she immediately presses her hands against her bruised ass in an attempt at protecting it... However, the blows she is expecting never arrives.

  “Ass up,” he calmly tells her, “By my accounts, you were four off, yes?”

  “W-wait, I did eight, right?!”

  “You colpsed at eighth, but your seventh didn’t touch the ground... Esme, if I don’t find myself staring at your ass in the next three seconds, I’m go ask the girls to come down, and we’ll give them a show them won’t soon forget.”

  She cringes. “I-I’ll do it...”

  Looking as if she is about to start crying, Esme slowly raises her ass in the air, aimed toward him.

  Chuckling, Sincir crouches near hear and squeezes her reddened right cheek, causing Esme to whimper softly. Then, he grabs her panties and slowly pulls them down, revealing the unprotected sex beneath it... Not that the drenched, small piece of clothing was doing much to hide it before this.

  “Don’t worry, I won’t hit hard enough to break the skin... Here, bite on it.”

  In spite of her fear filled eyes, Esme obediently opens her mouth once he approaches her own panties from it, accepting the improvised gag...

  Each hit of the sword makes her squirm and scream, and Sincir has to stop twice to tell her to put her hands away from her bottom, which makes so he adds an extra hi,t in the end.

  Once he crouches next to her again, Esme is crying for real... Patting her head, he gently removes the gag from her mouth.

  “Shh. Repeat after me... I’ll pay attention from now on.”

  “I-I p-pay attent-tion from now on!”

  “I won’t daydream when I’m supposed to be watching out for something...”

  “I-I w-won’t... daydream...!”

  “And I’ll be a nice, submissive girlfriend that’ll do anything my boyfriend tells me to.”

  “A-and I’ll be a n-nice, sub- Fuck you, Sin!”

  Sincir chuckles. “I won’t fault you if you give up at this point... Everybody has their limits.”

  Esme sobs. “Piece of shit... I’ll be a nice, s-submissive girlfriend that’ll do anything my boyfriend tells me to... There, happy?!”

  “Well, bullying you does bring me immense pleasure...”

  Esme groans. “A-are we done now...?”

  “No, but I’ll give you something slightly easier... Now, swallow that cry. Aren’t you ashamed of bawling your eyes over a few love taps when you’re well into your twenties?”

  “S-said the two-thousand-years old demon... After he bullied the twenty-year-old g-girl until she cried...”

  Sincir clicks his tongue. “You’re making me sound like the bad guy here. Weren’t you the one begging for my help, earlier?”

  Esme sniffs, whipping her eyes as she does so. “F-fine... Tell me what to do, you heartless bastard.”

  “Do a pnk for me. If you can hold until I tell you to stop, you’ll win, and I’ll let you cum; If you can’t, then we’ll do another exercise.”

  Esme throws him an incredulous look. “No way! At least give me a number to aim for!”

  Sincir sighs. This idiot... He was going to go easy on her and say that she had won just as her body was about to give in...

  “...Fine. Hold until five-hundred, and you win.”

  “W-what are you going to do while I am pnking? No tickling aloud, okay?”

  Sincir rolls his eyes. “Esme, if you don’t start soon, I’ll have to hit you again... And no, I won’t tickle you.”

  “O-okay...”

  As instructed, Esme forms a pnk, beginning to count under her breath immediately as she does so.

  Being still crouched by her, Sincir presses his hand over her back until she is positioned correctly. Then, he runs it over her reddened ass cheeks and begins to massage them, enjoying the way she shudders underneath him with every squeeze...

  “I’m keeping count as well, so don’t bother trying to cheat.”

  “I wasn’t g-going to!”

  At one hundred, Sincir pces his finger against her asshole, beginning to circle it.

  “S-Sin...!”

  “Shh, keep counting.”

  At one-hundred and fifty, he pushes his middle finger inside, slowly shoving it all the way... Esme limbs have long begin to tremble, but she moans out loud as he begins to move inside of her, looking for her sensitive spots.

  “O-oh, Gods...”

  “Don’t lose focus now, or it’ll all be over...”

  “Easy for you to say...! P-please...!”

  Sincir stops as she is about to cum; Then, a couple of seconds ter, he stars moving again.

  Esme sobs. “F-fuck, Sin! I lost c-count...!”

  “I’m also counting, didn’t I tell you? You’re halfway there...”

  Once more, he has to stop before she cums. Taking his finger out, he begins the circle the outside of her asshole once again.

  “H-How much m-more...?!”

  With tears streaming down her flushed cheeks, Esme seems beyond the point of caring about her dignity... It is clear both her body and her mind are about to reach their limits soon.

  “Just one hundred and fifty more... You can do it.”

  “I-I c-can’t...!”

  Being afraid that she might cum immediately if he pushes her anymore than this, rather than shoving his finger inside of her again, Sincir goes back to massaging her cheeks... Still, at this point, even his light caresses are enough to have her body trembling, and Esme moans out loud every time he squeezes her bruised bottom.

  “Only fifty more...”

  Esme cries, and suddenly, her body colpses. “...Oh n-no...! I was so close...!”

  Watching her actually sobbing this time, Sincir doesn’t tease her. Instead, he brushes her hair away from her eyes in order to meet them, then leans over and presses his lip against hers, muffling her cries...

  Lying over the grass next to Esme, he kisses and caresses her until she has stopped crying, though by the time he pulls away from her, she is still shaking slightly.

  “...Better?”

  Eyes filled with unfallen tears, Esme meets his gaze and nods. “I’m sorry... I asked you to do this, and now you’re lying on the ground to comfort me...”

  Carefully brushing his thumb against her cheek in order to wipe it, Sincir smiles at her. “Don’t be so hard on yourself. You did great so far.”

  Esme bites her lower lip. “But I... I’m sorry, Sin, but I can’t handle fifty more smacks...”

  Sincir blinks. “Are you an idiot? Of course I won’t hit you once for every second... And besides, there were forty remaining, not fifty, so I was going to hit you four times.”

  Esme shudders. “...And if I give up now, you’ll leave me tied-up.”

  “I’ll also tell No to watch over you and tease you until I’m back.”

  “Maybe that’s what I deserve...”

  “Are you sure?”

  Esme grimaces. “N-no... I really, really want to cum right now... I’m pressing my legs together to stop myself from masturbating... If you leave me like this, I think I might really go crazy...”

  “Then it sounds as if you don’t have much of a choice.”

  Esme sighs. “But it hurts so much... Okay, I know what we can do! Tell me to do something disgusting and humiliating instead, like before!”

  Sincir raises an eyebrow. “I don’t know... It doesn’t sound like much of a punishment if you’re this excited to do it.”

  “Oh, c’mon! Since I lost, there’s still one more exercise, isn’t there? I’ll do my best until the end, so...!”

  Sincir sighs. “Fine. But you’ll be the one to suggest something, and I’ll tell you if its good enough.”

  “Well... You could piss on me.”

  He snorts. “No. I’ll be one who has to clean it ter, and besides, I don’t feel like it right now.”

  “Fine. Then you could spit in my mouth again... Four times, one for each smack I deserve.”

  Sincir considers it, then shakes his head. “Better, but we’ve already done it.”

  Frowning, Esme curses under her breath. “How picky are you...? Can’t you be satisfied with a blowjob, like a normal boyfriend?”

  “A normal boyfriend wouldn’t be able to keep up with you, and we both know that.”

  “T-then... Fuck, my brain isn’t working...”

  Seeing that the girl’s eyes are about to close on their own from exhaustion, Sincir decides to take pity on her. Rising, he moves a couple of steps away as Esme looks up at him.

  “Did you learn your lesson?”

  Esme averts her gaze. “I learned about how much I hate exercising...” she murmurs under her breath.

  Sincir narrows his eyes. “Then I guess I should hit you some more...?”

  “...Please forgive me, kind master.”

  Sincir rolls his eyes. “Crawl your ass over here and beg me for it.”

  Once Sincir points toward his foot, Esme seems to understand what he means. She bites her lip, but does obediently crawl over...

  “I’m sorry... For burning our lunch,” Esme murmurs while pcing a soft kiss over the bridge of his right foot, “And for being stupid...”

  Esme kisses his foot four times in total, before staring up at him with a hopeful look on her face.

  Naked, on all fours, she makes for a nice enough view to make him wish to mount her here and now, though of course, for the sake of their py, he contains himself.

  Sincir pretends to consider her apology. “I don’t know, Esme... I feel you haven’t reflected enough. What shall I do with you...?”

  “N-no, I have! I realized the error of my ways...! I’ll be a good girl from now on!”

  “Fine, I suppose I can give one more chance to prove yourself. However, you’ll have to make me believe you want it.”

  “A-anything other than the sword...”

  “Suck on my toes.”

  Esme obediently leans down once more, taking his big toe into her mouth... The warmth of her tongue running over it has so Sincir shudders slightly, and he can’t help pushing his foot back and forth a couple of times...

  After a moment, Esme plops her lips from his big toe and moves on to the next one... He doesn’t say anything until she is done with his pinky.

  “...Good job,” he murmurs, slightly hoarsely, as Esme finally moves away from his foot, “This time, I’ll give you something you can’t possibly fail at, but that doesn’t mean it’ll be easy.”

  “O-okay. T-this is the st one, right?”

  “Yes. If you manage to finish it, you’ll get to cum, and I’ll forgive you.”

  Esme swallows. “I... I’m ready.”